Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 993 fascist?dictator!

Is this how the richest family takes care of their six-year-old child?

The first heir, ah, just standing still, is the benchmark for outlaws to get rich, surrounded by no

bodyguards actually follow.

I went over to him and squatted down somewhat helplessly to talk to him, "Why are you here alone?"

Folly is a temporary appointment with me, even if Jamie's character is precocious, it is impossible to

foresee and run over to block people in advance.

Just finished, the original thought to be more mature than small children of the same age little An An

suddenly deflated mouth aggrieved up, small hand pulling my little thumb, pitifully said, "Mom, I'm lost,

so scared."

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Kid, you are a prodigy who used your old father's human and material resources to conceal your

appointment with a stranger, just now you are still full of joy, and then you pretend to be pitiful, not

good!

"Okay, auntie is here, won't let the bad guys take An An away." There is no way to take him, so I had to

reach out and gently touch his hair to soothe him, and only then while taking the phone asked, "Little

Anan, tell auntie, what is daddy's cell phone number ah?"

Just unlock it, Jamie grabbed the phone, "I'll do it mom, dad is working, can't just call him, just text the

bodyguard uncle my location."

Then, the little one in front of my face, with fleshy little hands on the phone a operation, less than a

minute, the message was sent successfully.

"Okay mom, Uncle Toby will be here to pick me up later." Jamie handed over the phone with a smug

little expression of credit.

I exhaled deeply and picked the phone up, a little tired.

He edited the text message when I looked very clearly, the mall address is entered with ease, reciting

the number does not represent a stuck hesitation, where there is half a look of shock.

I even doubt that by himself, he could also find his way back home intact.

Thinking of this, I was ready to leave first, "Come on, I'll drop you off at the mall security."

Jamie but grabbed my sleeve on the evolution of the face, little face wrinkled together, than just look

more pathetic, "Mom, you want to leave me? I'm scared to be alone ......"

In front of a cute little child, a woman's heart is the softest, not to mention the top of the fleshy face

pampered, just now can still pretend to be indifferent, this time I am considered completely subdued.

Anyway, it is not Dennis who is coming later, so it is okay to stay with the children for a while, and it is

just a matter of lingering over the greenery at home when you return.

So they took Jamie to find a place to wait.

Passing a fried chicken restaurant, Jamie stood still, his dark little eyes focused on the fries and burger

on the sign.

Children, all are greedy, but I wonder, rich people also like this unhealthy things?

"Little Anon, do you want to eat this?" I asked.

"Hmm." Jamie nodded, but his expression was calm, "Wanted to try it, daddy never allowed me to

touch these."

He said this before turning his face to look at me, "He's overbearing, unreasonable, fascist."

I froze for a moment and suddenly remembered that day in Kimdock, I did hear the child call out

"dictator", so that's what happened.

Jamie is also not generally bold enough to call Dennis that.

Seeing that I hesitated and didn't let go, little An An's voice lowered a bit, "Mom, I'll just try one bite and

not eat more, okay?"

I kind of see that Jamie, like his father, has poor comprehension skills!

"Nah, it's no problem to treat you to food, but you can't call me mom anymore, can you remember

that?"

"No problem." The little guy instantly beamed with joy and pulled me towards the store, "Let's go pretty

auntie!"

Jamie ordered a children's menu and one of each of the store's best sellers, so the table for two was

almost full.

The little one did what he said he would do, only a small taste of each and put it down, except for the

ice cream.

I smiled lightly and teased him, "Only girls like to eat sweets~"

Once Jamie heard this, he immediately put down the spoon in his hand, picked up a napkin, wiped his

mouth elegantly and did not eat.

"Okay, auntie is just kidding with you, eat up." While saying that, he pushed the chocolate sundae on

the table towards him.

The little one, however, shook his head at me seriously, "These are enough."

"Really?" I asked tentatively, children, always greedy mouth.

He nodded his little head firmly again and said with a serious look, "Big data analysis shows that

excessive intake of fried and sugary foods can seriously damage the body."

For a while, I was a little confused as to whether what I was doing in front of me was a six-year-old

child or a genius who knew the world, and froze for a moment before saying, "In that case, isn't it true

that you shouldn't eat a single bite?"

"Eat less will not be a problem, the more daddy does not let me eat, the more I want to taste, I am a

child, can not control themselves is normal!"

This arrogant little expression, it seems where is not right, children do not know things is human nature,

then indulge him, I am not a heinous sin?

Just think of a moment of weakness here, you feel a burning gaze following their own, seem to feel the

head up, on the glass wall outside the cold pupils.

Dennis stood outside the restaurant, his face expressionless, the coldness emanating from his body

unrestrainedly invaded, obviously across a wall, the temperature in the restaurant seems to have

suddenly dropped a few degrees.

I was actually inexplicably vain when I met those ghost-like eyes.

By the time he reacted, Dennis had already walked in.

"DICTATOR!" shouted Jamie, unafraid of death, as soon as she saw him, getting up from her chair.

Dennis frowned slightly and said indifferently, "What should I call it?"

Jamie giggled and walked over to hug his thighs and curtly said, "Daddy!"

Dennis under the eyes flashed a trace of helplessness, and finally did not fire, I just slowly stood up.

Just want to say something, Jamie lifted his little head again, and said in a quirky way, "Daddy, have

you seen Auntie Susan? Isn't that great?"

Hmm?

Susan left him here, so why didn't he say so just now?

Moreover, Jamie's face, a casual pampering, which normal people will look at it coldly?

The deliberate emphasis makes it seem as if I deliberately taught my child to say this in order to claim

credit.

"Yeah." Dennis answered faintly before looking up at me, his eyes dark and deep, making it impossible

to guess what he was thinking.

Businessmen are heavy on profits and deep in their minds, and besides, with the previous contact, I

didn't want to have too much contact with him.

"The child you received, I will leave you alone and go first."

When I finished, I picked up my bag and said goodbye to little Anan, "Goodbye little Anan, listen to your

father well oh."

The man with a bland and conceited personality suddenly spoke up at that moment, "Thanks for taking

care of Jamie, how would you like me to thank you?"